“Next door I could hear the old man’s soul flap its heavy vermillion butterfly wings as the hustler shot a load down his throat.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“I could hear an old man in the stall next to ours sucking a hustler’s cock; I thought of animals gathering at a salt lick during the night near a cave: carnivore rubbing shoulders with deer.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“When you can hear someone giving head but can’t see them, it sounds terribly like a child eating spaghetti.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“Next door I could hear the old man’s soul flap its heavy vermillion butterfly wings as the hustler shot a load down his throat.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“Books about books are a rare species, special tomes for writers and book lovers. More than an affirmation of taste, a book about books… — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“Contemporary novels can have a fleeting existence within the current multiplication of medias and the technological rapidity with which art is delivered and consumed.… — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“When you want something as powerful and necessary as love, you don’t reach back, you reach forward.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“I could hear an old man in the stall next to ours sucking a hustler’s cock; I thought of animals gathering at a salt… — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“Most species of dragons had retired or, mistaken for dinosaurs, collectively hung their bones in museums, waiting in the wings for just the right… — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
“The Stonewall riot may have been the start of a civil rights movement, but it was not the beginning of our history.” — Tom Cardamone Copy Share Image
